𝑭𝒐𝒐𝒍𝒔 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅

false hope... empty promises

Promises.

Not necessarily a lie.

But that doesn't mean it's the truth.

All the promises play in my head and are constantly on replay.

I need you

I love you

Don't leave me

They're not promising

They're bruising me.

And that's why it's so hard to trust. Who am I able to trust?

You think every promise you spit from your mouth is bringing me closer.

When you're really pushing me off the edge.

The more you push the less I smile.

And the less I smile the more the sadness starts to creep on my skin.

And the demons in my head make me insane.

You see what one empty promise does?

It makes me realize that hope doesn't exist.

a.n one can only hope right